I never realized the moonrise was so bloody. It hangs over the hazy lights of the city like an attacking alien planet, looking much more like Mars than Mars, which actually looks like a star, and is only slightly red if you squint really, really hard. Outside the city, on an empty access road, I get the best view I can afford, but even here in the prairies, I am resentful of all the things in my way. I’ve reaffirmed my vague ambition to drive to the desert and sleep under the stars sometime. I can imagine the huddled masses…
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By J. J. S. Boyce
J.J.S. Boyce is a Canadian science teacher and sometimes writer, and he's never met a scientific field, sub-field, or interdisciplinary venture he didn't like. He tries to use both sides of his brain regularly, but will probably never know enough opera to be a Jeopardy! champion. His book reviews can be found at Green Man Review, other works are at Terry, SCQ, and occasionally in print media.